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Introduction
01:38
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Magic!
has been all but consumed
by the dragon's fire
and it's coming after you.
It's tragic, but this is our doom,
to be servants
while the fireworms dance on the loose.
And I won't be back 'til fairies prance on
forgotten words whispered in the wind...
As soon as I feel the heat of day
I pack my sword and I'm on my way
to battle raging fires turned to funeral pyres.
If only we could know that it's -
The first star on the right
head on straight until it's light...
And as I travel to the stars
I see mythical beasts with heads in jars.
And the laser dragons burn, cause -
You know that magic -
has been all but consumed
by the dragon's fire
and it's coming after you.
It's tragic, but this is our doom,
to be servants
while the fireworms dance on the loose.
And I won't be back 'til fairies prance on
forgotten words whispered in the wind...
Magic!
has been sucked to death from life
by the evil demon dragons
who are arrived for your blood.
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Hey! can you see me running away from you?
Hey! it's my own weakness that I don't tell you.
Hey! don't know what to say, don't know what to say here
so I guess I'll just quit.
I'm looking at the future right now.
Just a test to see how it sounds.
This soliloquy shows the beast in me:
it's the Triton, the Zeus, hey hey, KAPOW!
Hey! a pox on such antic, affecting fantasies!
O, then I see Queen Mab then might have been with you.
Hey! and dreamers often lie as I see that you do,
So hand me the knife and I'll sever the ties with you!
I'm looking at the future right now.
Just a test to see how it sounds.
This soliloquy shows the beast in me:
We're gonna cut you, me and Mercutio.
Hey! Infatuation has it's peaks, my love.
Hey! but the passion is weak, no, this ain't love.
Hey, float like a butterfly, sting like a bee -
Hey! this is what you get for trusting me.
I'm looking at the future right now.
Just a test to see how it sounds.
This soliloquy shows the beast in me:
It's the pugilist and I love me.
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Caroline, Caroline
04:28
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There's something about this place that makes me want to vomit.
A metaphorical stink which rises and lusciously fills my nose.
It's the art of subtle immorality that gets these weasels far,
But for me and my grog - we long ago chose not to be a part.
But then I met you, and so I sing...
Caroline, Caroline - I gave it my best today.
While it's true I made this promise to you
but now they just won't go away.
Is this the best way, best way, best way?
I just can't give it away, give it away, give it away.
When the sun sets and the clouds still linger over my head
and this Cadillac Escalade world still won't get it right...
The people I see are all soulless suckers - locked in:
they're ready for their money and ready for their sex -
'cause it's their right.
Too scared to be one of them so I hide.
Caroline, Caroline - I gave it my best today.
I know this is your way and for that I stay.
Is this the best way, best way, best way?
Why can't we just run away, run away, run away?
Caroline, Caroline - I gave it my best today.
It's true I made this promise to you
but now they just won't go away.
This really frees my soul.
Goddammit this really rips away my soul.
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The Lion Roars
04:59
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Imagine the scene of your demise:
this picture I can paint for your eyes,
feel your power buried inside.
Consuming your mind it will define
the quality of strength and what kind
when the beast plays its part out of mind.
I will light little candles for you.
Twice as many for those overdue.
Come on man, the world waits for you.
Like a flame to a moth you will learn.
Those primeval urges will churn.
Those motherfuckers will burn.
They line up at your gates and
you fire, they fall, is there hope for us all?
The white has turned to red as -
come on, your shield is ready to fall!
They line up at your gates and
they fall into the quicksand.
Their screams are never heard again.
You rain death down upon their heads.
Their hearts are bled in your stead.
The lion roars!
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Interlude
01:55
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The salt spray hits my face - reminds me of my fate and so
like white tipped waves adjusting shapes we are only born to fade away.
You'll never understand the ocean is freedom
You'll never understand the sea and its tyranny
The devil ascends from a great depth
while under the mist its muted chorus screams:
"The kraken is hungry now she needs to feed and how
the threat of silence sends men to shiver!"
You'll never understand...
Now you see me with the brightest eyes in the sea.
We'll sail on 'til night is out of sight.
Lightning strikes my eyes:
renders me all but blind.
Thunder shakes my bones:
reminds me of the solemn tale that I am all alone.
Lightning strikes my eyes:
renders me all but blind.
Thunder shakes my bones:
it's time to harvest the seeds that were sown.
Empowerment ends where the journey begins
and I see blood amongst the churning greys.
The mothers and maidens say: "O, he's the beast within
the crows that gather and eat the bloated dead!"
They'll never understand...
Now you see me with the brightest eyes in the sea
We'll sail on 'til night is out of sight.
I've got to kick you out: Walk that plank! Walk that plank!
O, with such strange aeons even death may die...
Take me away! Take me away!
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Go West, Young Man
04:50
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Through mistfall in the morning we search for mystery.
Lights blazing, hearts racing, please, Gaia, let us be free!
We friends strive for blessings for our living bones
while others like maggots, crawl across your body, oh no!
In our ear a whisper calls:
Go west, young man!
No longer can we explore beyond the village, across the sea.
This post-industrial planet, goddammit,
is skewing our natural souls!
So wayfaring tellurians we call, let's aim at those cagey stars!
We'll hop in our rockets and blast off beyond...
Go west, young man!
And live with what land?
Look right - jump left - there's nowhere.
O, and there's no mystery left in the world.
Grab your rayguns 'cause we're going to space!
In this fondled world of ours
it's hard to believe that there's no stone unturned.
No, there's no mystery left in your eyes
except the twisted kind we make for ourselves.
This stain on history, as small as it is, is seeping through the pages.
And so, my lover, my unintentional whore,
you victim of fornicatious aberration,
we bid you adieu.
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